All Chapters of Hate to love you: The star's forbidden obsession: Chapter 161 - Chapter 170

RONANBy the time I reached the headquarters, my heart was already boiling with suppressed anger.I wasn't exactly close to Bryan, so why would he suddenly summon me?Instead of taking the main entrance, I directed my Aston Martin into the underground parking lot.I parked in the president’s designated spot. Not that I'm the president, though.The area was unnaturally quiet, almost deserted. Yet countless cameras were positioned strategically along the walls and ceilings, their lenses quietly tracking every movement. At the first sign of danger, emergency countermeasures would be activated immediately.I made my way to the private elevator reserved for the chairman.Facial recognition scanned my features before the doors slid open. I stepped inside and pressed the button for the executive floor.The elevator seemed incredibly slow today.This fucking company was the last place I wanted to be.Every time I came here, the same suffocating disgust rose from somewhere deep in my belly, cr

RONANI slowly pushed the door open, and my eyes immediately went to the desk where I knew he would be sitting.He indeed was in the office.But today, there was no whore around him.He seemed to have stopped dating his staff after that incident, looking further away for excitement.My gaze swept across the room before settling on him. Bryan looked up from his computer. A slight smirk lit up his face as he leaned back in his chair, watching me.“The little starlet you intercepted, how did she taste?”My nose wrinkled almost instinctively, and I scoffed. “What? Do you want to settle the scores with me?”I walked over and sat on the arm of a sofa closer to him, my eyes fixed on his face.“Was that the reason you called me here?”He hissed dismissively. “If you want her, you can keep her. I'm never short of women.”My lips curled into a disdainful sneer. So to him, this was something to be proud of?I shook my head wryly. “Why am I not disappointed? Mother must have been so blind to foll

ZAYDENMy phone beeped once on my desk.My first instinct was to ignore it. Distractions when I'm coding new features were absolutely not acceptable.On second thought, I picked up the phone and clicked on the message.It was a picture of someone bloodied and in chains.My heart dropped straight into my belly and I quickly tapped on the picture, enlarging it.I know those hands.Even without the face, I knew exactly whose bloodied arms and legs they were. Kael.What could have happened?My eyes remained glued to the image, desperately searching for anything that could explain what I was seeing.There was a message attached below the picture.[If you still want to see this brother of yours, come to Crenshaw district. And follow this map.]My hands began to tremble uncontrollably. Fear seized me so violently that, for a moment, I could barely feel my limbs.Kael has been kidnapped.But why? I already paid the gambling debts from last time. Who could be going after him?Sweat coated my u

ZAYDEN The motorcycle continued towards Crenshaw district with enough speed to make my stomach turn. It had been fifteen minutes since I got on, and I was still clinging to the seat behind the man whose face I couldn't see. But at least he was heading towards the location I had given him, rather than planning some unknown conspiracy. Soon, his speed reduced, and I looked up, still gripping the motorcycle seat. The area appeared lonely and abandoned, with barely any houses that looked occupied. Even the few buildings scattered around seemed to have been forgotten by the rest of the city. Finally, the motorcycle ground to a halt. I inhaled deeply and got down, my legs feeling slightly unsteady beneath me. The place was an abandoned industrial area. I checked my phone again. The GPS was right here. A narrow path stretched before me, leading towards a junkyard framed by overgrown weeds on either side. The weeds brushed against my trousers as I stepped forward, their dry leaves scratc

ZAYDEN No one screamed. Only a muffled groan, like someone who had been gagged. Sweat coated every inch of my palm as I turned around. My fingers felt clammy against my trousers, and for a moment, I could hear nothing except the frantic pounding of my own heart. Take a deep breath. Calm down. Don't let them see you falling apart. I repeated the words over and over again, but it didn't seem to help much. My lungs dragged in a slow breath, then another. Neither did much to settle the tremor threatening to creep into my fingers. My legs moved instinctively towards that door. The gunshot just now came from around there. Every step felt heavier than the last. Someone was leaning against the wall connected to the room. He was muscular, arms crossed, a cruel smirk on his face. He looked almost relaxed. Like the gunshot had meant nothing. Like whatever was behind that door was nothing more than entertainment. He was a D-class alpha. But still an alpha nonetheless. In my current con